Guardian Sunday Six (or Snippet)

I posted the last chapter of 'Twas Brillig and then also put up the fic that I teased last week:

Spark
Sickfic, Domestic Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, in the sense of being 1％ hurt to 99％ comfort

Shen Wei gets a Dixing cold, and Zhao Yunlan does his best to take care of him. That's it. That's the fic.


With that fluff out of my system I've finally gotten back to the angst-fic that's been on hold for months now (derailed a bit by getting a new computer up and running, agh what a process!). Though it's not entirely angst...

"Zhao Yunlan told us to give it to you," Chu Shuzhi said with grave reluctance.

"Lin Jing installed a secure GPS tracker app on this phone," Zhu Hong said, in a tone like she was making more sense of something instead of less. "Already signed in with Chief Zhao's phone, and he's got his own app set for this phone."

"I see," Shen Wei said, who didn't.

"So he'll be able to see where you are, and you can see where he is," Zhu Hong said. "Take the phone--please, Professor Shen? If you don't, Lao-Zhao will take it out on us."

Gingerly Shen Wei accepted the phone. Its glass screen was cool to the touch, Zhu Hong not producing any body heat to warm it. It weighed a little more than a dead mouse.